When our time comes,
float down like
autumn leaves.

Make our descents
with graceful pirouttes
guided by the soft winds;
empty branches will
leave behind reasons
for the fiery red that once laid
to be missed;
and light that seeps through
the hollow canopy shall
cleanse our fallen souls.

So when our time comes,
float down like autumn leaves.
Wear white gowns
that snowflakes weaved for us;
leave no more
footprints in the ground,
we've trampled on
their hearts enough;
bittersweet when they
think of us dancing above,
weightless and unrestrained.

today i woke to my alarm ringing
it wasn't because the clock was ringing
but because someone tapped me on my shoulder
but when i opened my eyes
everyone in my room was still fast asleep

it's night time and i am laying in my bed again
not because i was tired and i needed to sleep
but because i felt like someone was watching me in the living room
so now i'm in my bed, safer but still scared
both the fans in my room were switched on
usually one of them is switched off
and i thought i saw a shadow move
the door made a noise just now as if someone just pushed it without turning the ****

i am afraid right now of what i'm not sure
these are probably part of my imagination
and all these signs mean nothing
just me reading into things again
i always do so especially at night
and unhealthy and self-destructive habits have taken their toll on me

it's late, i know.
and i should be asleep.

Your the air around me
you comfort me constantly

Safe I feel in your presence
I can sense your essence
You never leave
so I don’t have to grieve

People think I’m cold
as yet I haven’t been so bold
to tell them that your still here
and because of that there’s nothing I fear

I'm a museum piece

locked away

encased in glass

breakable

sign says "Do Not Touch"

ignore it please

set me free

from my captivity

I've built this cage

caused by impotent rage

walls built up over time

protection from everyone and everything

I'm rusting away

looking pristine externally

but not internally

break through my reserve

I'm begging you

Closed minds don’t equal
closed mouths unfortunately
don’t forget to breathe

Let your pen be the

match and strike the page alight

writing words that burn